Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.